Dear Diary

Right now we are in our boat sailing to Gallipoli to  fight the Turkish. Now we are in are trench ready to start fighting and bombing everyone.All i can see around  me is people getting shot people  getting bombed and getting illness's .I can even here the larks crying above me .I am really dirty and my best friend just got blone up by the Turkish soldiers .

By katelynn

My flander's field poem

In Flanders Field the poppies blow through the wind row on row they mark our cross and the sky like the war was once upon a time .


We hear the larks singing in the tree's above the shooting gun's .

By katelynn ford